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 Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 10:19 am
 ● ᴛʜʀɛɑɗ σᴡɴɛʀ ● ʛʀᴀᴘніᴄѕ вʏ ● іᴎʂᴩᴉʀᴇᴆ вʏ ● _ _ _ll Kakashi ll_ _ _ _ _Fuyumii _ _ _ Arthurian Legend
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 10:22 am
{Ƈ}haracters...
_ _ _ _ _| A Proud King |
_ _ _ _ _ _ _With the heart of a Lion
--- Age 42 - 47 ♂
--- King Charles of Althalos
--- Open | Applied | Taken ( Sir -- B E N xx )
_ _ _ _ _| A Clever Queen |
_ _ _ _ _ _ _With rapidly fading health
--- Age 38 - 43 ♀
--- Queen Catherine of Althalos
--- Open | Applied | Taken ( The Sadistic Cupcake )
_ _ _ _ _| A Loyal Knight |
_ _ _ _ _ _ _With a promise to protect
--- Age 20 - 24 ♂
--- Sir Fendrel de Lampérière
--- Open | Applied | Taken ( Drake_Orion )
_ _ _ _ _| An Independent Princess |
_ _ _ _ _ _ _With an agenda of her own
--- Age 14 - 18 ♀
--- Princess Elizabeth of Althalos
--- Open | Applied | Taken ( AzureShino )
_ _ _ _ _| An Insidious Lord |
_ _ _ _ _ _ _With the tongue of a serpent
--- Age 30 - 35 ♂
--- Unnamed
--- Open | Applied | Taken ( --anti g r a m_ )
_ _ _ _ _| A Stealthy Rogue |
_ _ _ _ _ _ _With loyalty to none but herself...
--- Age 23 - 28 ♀
--- Finn Archer
--- Open | Applied | Taken ( Aydre Silverwing )
_ _ _ _ _| A Wise Sage |
_ _ _ _ _ _ _With the insight of a wizard
--- Age 60 + ♂
--- Anselm Gerard Saer
--- Open | Applied | Taken ( Master Eragon )
_ _ _ _ _| A Powerful Witch |
_ _ _ _ _ _ _With a plan for destruction
--- Age 45 - 50 ♀
--- Lady Ysmay of Ashdown
--- Open | Applied | Taken ( Spontaneous Spaz )
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 11:53 am
[align=center][img]Please try to keep it somewhere between 400x400 pixels[/img][/align]
[align=center][size=21]You are in the presence of [color=YOURGENDERCOLOR-darkolivegreen or darksalmon][YOUR TITLE][/color]![/size][/align]
[color=white]_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _[/color] [size=18]{ [color=steelblue]✖[/color] } You hardly know [color=darkseagreen]ME[/color][/size]
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--- [b][color=steelblue]|[/color] It is only PROPER [color=steelblue]|[/color][/b] [CHARACTER'S FULL NAME/ TITLE]
--- [b][color=steelblue]|[/color] Though perhaps if we are friends [color=steelblue]|[/color][/b]: [YOUR COMMON NAME]
--- [b][color=steelblue]|[/color] Time passes us quickly [color=steelblue]|[/color][/b]: [YOUR AGE]
--- [b][color=steelblue]|[/color] Like birds and bees [color=steelblue]|[/color][/b]: [YOUR GENDER]
--- [b][color=steelblue]|[/color] The heart knows only [color=steelblue]|[/color][/b] : [SEXUAL ORIENTATION][/size]
[color=white]_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _[/color] [size=18]{ [color=rosybrown]✖[/color] } The [color=lightsteelblue]PAST[/color] is not forgotten[/size]
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--- [b][color=rosybrown]|[/color] Once upon a time [color=rosybrown]|[/color][/b] [BIOGRAPHY - BE DETAILED]
--- [b][color=rosybrown]|[/color] I cannot stop these thoughts [color=rosybrown]|[/color][/b]: [PERSONALITY, GOALS, DREAMS]
--- [b][color=rosybrown]|[/color] Sinful pleasures [color=rosybrown]|[/color][/b]: [LIKES]
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--- [b][color=rosybrown]|[/color] Perhaps we have our differences [color=rosybrown]|[/color][/b] : [QUALITIES, HABITS, BELIEFS THAT MAKE YOUR CHARACTER UNIQUE][/size]
[color=white]_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _[/color] [size=18]{ [color=seagreen]✖[/color] } Behold my [color=burlywood]GLORY[/color][/size]
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--- [b][color=seagreen]|[/color] The window to my soul [color=seagreen]|[/color][/b] [EYE COLOR]
--- [b][color=seagreen]|[/color] What is this "comb" you speak of? [color=seagreen]|[/color][/b]: [HAIR COLOR]
--- [b][color=seagreen]|[/color] My stature is impressive [color=seagreen]|[/color][/b]: [HEIGHT]
--- [b][color=seagreen]|[/color] Pounds? We measure in stones! [color=seagreen]|[/color][/b]: [WEIGHT IN LBS.]
--- [b][color=seagreen]|[/color] My portraits, you say? [color=seagreen]|[/color][/b] : [LINKS TO OTHER PICTURES][/size]
[color=white]_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _[/color] [size=18]{ [color=lightsteelblue]✖[/color] } And so we [color=rosybrown]PART[/color][/size]
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--- [b][color=lightsteelblue]|[/color] The colors of my life [color=lightsteelblue]|[/color][/b] [POSTING COLORS]
--- [b][color=lightsteelblue]|[/color] The shape of my soul [color=lightsteelblue]|[/color][/b]: [ANIMAL SYMBOLIZING YOUR CHARACTER]
--- [b][color=lightsteelblue]|[/color] A higher power [color=lightsteelblue]|[/color][/b] : [USERNAME][/size]
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 You are in the presence of [YOUR TITLE]! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } You hardly know ME
--- | It is only PROPER | [CHARACTER'S FULL NAME/ TITLE]
--- | Though perhaps if we are friends |: [YOUR COMMON NAME]
--- | Time passes us quickly |: [YOUR AGE]
--- | Like birds and bees |: [YOUR GENDER]
--- | The heart knows only | : [SEXUAL ORIENTATION]_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } The PAST is not forgotten
--- | Once upon a time | [BIOGRAPHY - BE DETAILED]
--- | I cannot stop these thoughts |: [PERSONALITY, GOALS, DREAMS]
--- | Sinful pleasures |: [LIKES]
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--- | A fie upon thee! |: [DISLIKES]
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--- | Perhaps we have our differences | : [QUALITIES, HABITS, BELIEFS THAT MAKE YOUR CHARACTER UNIQUE]_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } Behold my GLORY
--- | The window to my soul | [EYE COLOR]
--- | What is this "comb" you speak of? |: [HAIR COLOR]
--- | My stature is impressive |: [HEIGHT]
--- | Pounds? We measure in stones! |: [WEIGHT IN LBS.]
--- | My portraits, you say? | : [LINKS TO OTHER PICTURES]_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } And so we PART
--- | The colors of my life | [POSTING COLORS]
--- | The shape of my soul |: [ANIMAL SYMBOLIZING YOUR CHARACTER]
--- | A higher power | : [USERNAME]Ƒɨɴ "Stole Yumi's profile layout"? HOW DARE YOU!!! XD
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 6:05 pm
You are in the presence of a Rogue! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } You hardly know ME
--- | It is only PROPER |: Finn Archer
--- | Though perhaps if we are friends |: Finn. JUST Finn.
--- | Time passes us quickly |: I am Twenty-Four.
--- | Like birds and bees |: I am a woman, through and through.
--- | The heart knows only | : I only lay with handsome men. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } The PAST is not forgotten
--- | Once upon a time | Ah, I was born on a warm summer's day. At least, that's what mum and papa always said. I was their fifth child, with two older brothers and an older sister. Mum and papa loved us all- they were the most amazing people in the world. I will always think of them that way. At least, that is what I thought when I was so young. They worked harder than any other families in the village. Of course, that was how it was supposed to be. Everyone worked hard. Didn't know anything else, because that is how it was supposed to be. We work hard for everyone above us. We get nothing in return, just the benefit of barely being alive. We do not get to travel. We do not get to see all of God's creations. Just sleep, eat, work, and make babies until we die. I did not want this life! None of us did, but there was no other options! So, we worked hard and swiftly, knowing that nothing would ever change.
But things did change! Ah, I was only five when it happened. My mother was in labor, giving birth to a little brother. At least, that is what papa said it was. We never found out. Both mum and the baby died. I still remember it too! Oh, it was so awful. We were all inside. Mum had been crying and screaming in pain. All of us heard it. Will, my oldest brother, looked so sad. He was trying to calm us all down, make sure that we would be alright, and know that mum would be just fine. But everything went silent. It was quiet for so long, it seemed like an eternity! Papa came out, telling us that mum was with God now, and that our little baby brother Michael had gone to Heaven with her. Everyone was crying. It hurt for days and days. Everyone was so sad.
Papa got a new wife not too long afterwards. She was pretty, but not as pretty as mum. She was kind and sweet, and pretty young. Mary, that was her name. Mary took good care of us, knowing what it's like to lose a Mum in child birth.
Papa worked for the king. He was a guard, fairly experienced, but with little power. He got sent off to investigate some bandits, and he was one of three men who died in the process. Papa got no credit for his work. They gave him no honors, no recognition for giving his life for his work. I was twelve when this happen, and I remember it so well. Mary didn't know what to do. There were too many children for her to support on her own, and she didn't know what else to do. Most of us were already helping out as farm hands, or other things that young children could do.
But I was angry. I didn't want to hear anymore of this. I didn't want to think about the injustice of all of this. I was supposed to just work my whole life and get no recognition for my good deeds? I was supposed to go on with my life as usual!? No! None of this was right! I ran away. I don't even know if they missed me or not. What was I to Mary? Just another mouth to feed until I was old enough to marry. Well, that is not what I wanted!
I learned to support myself. I didn't want to work any more jobs where I got no recognition. I wanted to be known! I began off with small things. Pick pocketing from the locals. Stealing food, grains, and small supplies. Grabbing enough items for me to live off of. But then I realized what I was doing exactly what I was angry with! All these people, I was stealing from them! I was stealing what they needed! No, that wouldn't do.
I learned how to fight. My mentor, Cedric, only taught me because he was amused by the idea of a girl who wanted to fight. I learned to wield daggers. I learned poisons and herbs from him. I learned to pick locks. He was amazed at my progress- that I was better than many of the men he had taught. I left him when I was nineteen. I had many ideas in mind. I would be hidden- my name did not need to be known. I had learned to move in stealth, to be unseen, so my name should stay unknown.
I began to explore places- especially around the castle. I needed to be able to sneak my way in there. Perhaps I would be able to steal some of the King's treasures! Ah, that would show them! I would show them all that they were not as great as they thought they were! It paid, too! I found an amazing entrance- where, I still will not say. It is my secret to keep! I was able to sneak inside. I did so at night. I hid from the guards, or anyone who roamed the castle at late hours. I learned my entire way around! Ah, it was a sweet victory, knowing that they were unable to stop me, and I could do what I pleased! They wouldn't know a thing! How could they know the name of just a lowly peasant as myself? Ah, it was a good find. I started stealing small things- small amounts of gold, anything that would go unnoticed.
But it was odd. Not too long ago, I started having the most peculiar dreams. There was a woman. Her voice was so soothing, like a mothers. But there was something wicked about it. I can't put my finger on it, but I do not trust it. I do not trust the words that the voice speaks to me. Not at all.
--- | I cannot stop these thoughts |: Well, my goal is simple. To live life in a manner with no regrets. I will not serve others before myself. I will take what I want, without regrets. I suppose some might think that makes me cold. Those people are right. I have known very little kindness in my life. Those who have truly cared for me are dead, or think I am dead. It has never done anyone any good to be good and kind. People only use others for their own gain, so I do the same. I am greedy, I know as much. I indulge in all earthly pleasures, whether it is laying with a handsome man, drinking, brawling, or what have you. Even working, I find great pleasure. I do have a work ethic, you know. Working hard, learning what tasks need to be done, and doing them through thoroughly are the most important lessons I learned from both Papa and Cedric. I guess I may be a bit blunt at times. Why shouldn't I, though? I don't care what other people think of me, anyways, so there is no reason to withhold something from them unless I've got something to gain from it.
--- | Sinful pleasures |:
○ Booze
○ Shiny Objects
○ Music
○ Men
○ A good fight
--- | A fie upon thee! |:
○ Authority Figures
○ Pain
○ Art
○ Water
○ Serving others while getting nothing in return
--- | Perhaps we have our differences | : Qualities? Well, I have many! I work hard. I work for myself. I put myself before others! I am outgoing, but I know how and when to be quiet. I'm blunt. I think those are all excellent qualities, don't you? More people should follow this lifestyle. I do not tip toe around other peoples problems. I only use that when I have to sneak around- and I am damned good at it.
Habits? Well, I drink. I like to lay with a man if I get the chance. I mean, I am human, and I do have other desires that need to be filled.
I would think that by now that my beliefs would be well known. It is pretty simple. I come first, before anyone, or anything else. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } Behold my GLORY
--- | The window to my soul |: Light Blue
--- | What is this "comb" you speak of? |: Red
--- | My stature is impressive |: 5'2''
--- | Pounds? We measure in stones! |: 107 lbs
--- | My portraits, you say? | : I have no others. Why would I want my face known? _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } And so we PART
--- | The colors of my life | Ill thoughts. Ill words. Ill deeds.
--- | The shape of my soul |: The mouse.
--- | A higher power | : Aydre Silverwing Ƒɨɴ
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 12:39 pm
You are in the presence of Ą Ƥroud Ƙing! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } You hardly know ME
--- | It is only PROPER | King Charles of Althalos
--- | Though perhaps if we are friends |: You will always address me as King Charles or Your Majesty
--- | Time passes us quickly |: Three and Forty, last I checked
--- | Like birds and bees |: I am quite obviously a King
--- | The heart knows only | : I prefer my Queen to all others_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } The PAST is not forgotten
--- | Once upon a time | I prefer to let my past rest and leave my thoughts to the future, so I rarely take the time to recall my young memories. But, I suppose on this occasion I can take a moment to share my history with you.
Decades before my time, the former King and Queen ruled our lands into a time of peace and stability. My father was renowned amongst our people as a brave and heroic warrior. It was he who led the battles against the plainsmen, lessening their threat to our outlying villages. It was he who drove back the rogues into their Southern forests, clearing the roads for travel. It was by his hand that a new caste system was drawn up to allow unheard of “social mobility” for some of the more ambitious lower classes. The late King George was a praise-worthy man who dedicated his life to the protection of our people.
I was born in the winter, when the air was at its coldest and the grounds were buried in ice. My mother and her handmaids feared for my survival, as few babes born in the dark months live to see the light of spring. By the hand of God perhaps, I managed to live and grew to be a strong and hearty infant. Not once did I fall ill to the ailments that plagued our Kingdom’s children. The Queen was not so fortunate. In the years following, her spirit gradually faded away leaving only the beautiful shell of her human form. Father always said her soul was simply too heavenly to survive in our tainted and violent world – she was better suited to exist in God’s Kingdom than in our Kingdom of Althalos.
Despite this misfortune, my childhood was far from lonely. As a lad, my father began to teach me the ways of the Kingdom which I would someday rule. He did this in between my lessons, which were held four hours a day by the masters of Science, Maths, Religion and Philosophy. How I hated my lessons! I was not suited for such tedious work. My true joy came from my hours spent with the Weapon’s Master. As with all pages, my foremost training was in jousting and swordplay; though, we covered staves, maces, long range weapons and many other styles in later years. My free time was divided between hunting game with my uncles in Ellyndor forest and attending courtly functions in the castle. Suffice to say, I spent little time alone.
Amongst the pages, I was always the strongest and fastest. These were qualities highly valued in a potential King; the ability to protect, defend and fight with honor. Of course, I had my shortcomings – I struggled in my lessons and relied heavily on the assistance of my father’s friend and advisor, the wise sage. I was made into a squire only a year after becoming a page. Here I stayed until my sixteenth year, at which point I was knighted. For those years in between I was squire to my Uncle, the Lord of Fendrel. His son was my close friend throughout childhood and recently inherited his father's title. In the months before winter our Kingdom would see an increase in attacks coming from the plains villages in the East. It was around this time that my father would lead our soldiers in a siege on the villages, effectively stomping out any opportunity they had to carry out an attack on our Kingdom.
I vividly recall my first battle. I rode beside my uncles, well protected by our guard. However, my father rode in the front line and led the attack on the plains warriors. I remember him being pulled from his mount at one point and watching as he was nearly decapitated by one of the brutes wielding a battle axe. He seemed to have a special sense for battle though and turned at the last moment, running his enemy through with his gleaming blade. He turned to grin at me, blood splattered over his cloak. Though I felt somewhat sick at the first sight, I gradually grew accustomed to seeing bloodshed in battle. Though I dare not say it aloud, lest it be true- a part of me wonders if perhaps our battles are not as Just as we seem to believe. Ah- To hell with it all! Thoughts of the weaker man inside of me. I live only to serve my people and not those beyond the valley walls.
In between the lessons and battles, my social life was confined within the castle. A young lady caught my eye and it was as a squire that I began courting her. She was of noble blood and quite beautiful to look upon. Warnings came from all of my fathers advisors but one. My lovely maiden was deemed of weak fortitude. They did not believe she could bear a healthy son to carry on my title. It was my responsibility to choose a wife that could continue the monarchy. Indeed, I attempted to mute my show of affection but to no avail! My heart was already bound by this fair lady and I was unable to listen to reason.
After becoming a Knight, my former education gradually slowed and then ceased. At this point, my training as a warrior was complete and my schooling as a King was now beginning. Though I'd been groomed to understand and behave appropriately in our society, I was as yet unaware how to rule and lead a Kingdom. My father always told me that it was in my heart first and my head second. But, at the time I was unable to comprehend his meaning. I won't bore you with the details of my education, but I will tell you that it took many years before I felt comfortable enough to make even the smallest of decisions. You see, even the tiniest of changes can disrupt the functionality of a nation. A simple misstep can lead to discord and eventually the destruction of the monarchy.
Following my twenty-third birthday, I rode with my father and uncle's into the plains for our annual "cleansing" of the outside threats. It was on this trip that I watched my brave father's luck run out. Ironically, it was a mere woman who killed my father. Engaged with another enemy, she came from behind and stabbed him with a shard of metal. I did not kill the woman as it is against my Knight's code; but I doubt highly that she lived long after the battle. I cannot say this thought causes me any grief.
The late King George lived a full life and accomplished much. My only regret is that he did not die the hero's death he deserved. Perhaps, now at least, he is in God's Kingdom with his Queen. I was not reluctant to take the throne; after all, I had been trained for this moment all of my life. However, I did so with a heavy heart. It was at this point in time that I announced my betrothal to the delicate woman that was to be my Queen. The people accepted her graciously and we moved smoothly into the new regime. My father's wise friend became my advisor and I trust his words as if they were those of a prophet.
I rode in many a good battle in the following years and saw many comrades fall under the blade of an enemy. I have seen the bloodshed and hostility that we humans seem to manufacture. Though I do not relish in the glory of it, I can find no greater joy than knowing I'm doing all that I can to defend my people.
--- | I cannot stop these thoughts |: I consider myself a fairly good humored man. I do not lose my temper as easily as some and I have a strict code of ethics and honor to abide by as a Knight. Though it is my lot in life to be a King, I am fully aware of my eternal servitude to our higher power- our Lord God and savior Jesus Christ. Perhaps I am not particularly strict in our Christian doctrines, but I consider myself a religious man. My Kingdom abides by the rule of God before even my own and I recognize my sins of murder before them. I am actually quite fond of going to confession! My wife seems to think I'm missing the point though...
Beyond that, I am quite a simple man. I do not desire much of what royalty can bring me and I exist in my most basic form. I am pleased that my status can bring material joys to my wife and daughter, but could easily live without it all. However, I do take pleasure in command and enjoy the feeling of power at times. This is what I was raised for, after all.
I take great pleasure in spending time with my daughter. As I child I allowed her many of the rights only given to young men. Though I did cherish our good sport during her childhood, I realize that she is now a young lady. It is my greatest desire that she find success in this role and one day make a good wife and mother.
Though I will not mention it to my wife, I have always desired a son. A pity, but it seems my dream shall not come to fruition as my wife appears too weak to support another child. My love for her is true, so I would not desire anything that might bring harm to her delicate form. Still, I cannot help but let myself wonder. At this point, I have no heir to my throne.
--- | Sinful pleasures |:
○ My wife and daughter
○ The memory of my noble father
○ Hunting wild game
○ Fighting in battle
○ Jousting and Swordplay
○ Spirits and Wine
○ Lone rides in the forest
○ Confession
--- | A fie upon thee! |:
○ Minuscule tasks
○ Making laborious political decisions
○ Anything political, really
○ Philosophy
○ Cowards- The lowly dogs!
○ Insubordination from my soldiers or the lower classes
○ Witchcraft
--- | Perhaps we have our differences | : I've always been rather fond of going to confession, which to some may seem a strange habit. Something about spilling my soul to a vassal of God makes me feel cleansed of my sins. Perhaps murder is not a forgivable sin, but confession always leaves me feeling at peace with my crimes. My priest seems to think I'm not taking it seriously enough...
Other than that, I would have to say I'm quite average. For a royal, I am rather active- preferring to spend my time outdoors or engaged in physical activity. Being of a jovial nature, I enjoy drinks and good fun amongst friends (whenever my active schedule allows). I enjoy battle and know that my men trust me to lead them, I have some unusual habits in that area as well. For one, I never let my father's sword leave my side. I have quite the superstition surrounding the blade and feel that my odds of survival are greater when it's near. Unlike my father before me, I have a somewhat unheard of post-battle practice. After conquering a village, I have my soldiers bury the bodies of the dead in a proper Christian burial. I feel it is the least I can do for taking from them something which is not mine to take._ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } Behold my GLORY
--- | The window to my soul | Hazel-Brown
--- | What is this "comb" you speak of? |: Dark Brown with some Gray
--- | My stature is impressive |: 6'1"
--- | Pounds? We measure in stones! |: 215 lbs.
--- | My portraits, you say? | : [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } And so we PART
--- | The colors of my life | A King must speak powerful words! Even when his thoughts are mild.
--- | The shape of my soul |: The Mighty Lion
--- | A higher power | : Sir -- B E N xxƑɨɴ
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 3:19 pm
You are in the presence of [A Loyal Knight]! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } You hardly know ME
--- | It is only PROPER | Sir Fendrel de Lampérière
--- | Though perhaps if we are friends |: Sir Fendrel, or Fendrel
--- | Time passes us quickly |: 24
--- | Like birds and bees |: Male
--- | The heart knows only | : women only, and sometimes one in particular _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } The PAST is not forgotten
--- | Once upon a time | You know my father. Everyone did. He was, quite possibly, the most skilled knight ever to sever the court—and, most especially, the royal family. It is honor enough to be the son of such a great man, but the honor extended from him to me at his death—and now I have the responsibility that he once had. A responsibility most never have. The responsibility to serve and protect the royal family. But, here, I am getting ahead of myself. Allow me to begin at the start, where all good stories should commence.
My father was a good man. A good knight. He, as his father before him, and his before him, was sent to become a page at the castle at the age of seven. They accepted him readily, as pages were always in demand, and he was a good worker. At fourteen he became a squire; the knight who chose him chose the course his history—of my life and my father’s life—when he chose my father as his squire. He was the leader of the inner guard. It was there, in the inner circle, that my father became acquainted with who is now my Lord and King. He had much contact with the prince, then, and their friendship, also, played a part in the charted course of my life. To make a long story short, my father became a knight at the age of one and twenty—six years after my birth.
My mother had met my father through their fathers. The wedding was arranged, of course, but there were no hard feelings between them. In fact, both considered themselves lucky to have such partners in wedlock. My mother was a beautiful young woman, and my father a powerful young man—at that point the squire of a well-renowned knight. So, even if they did not love each other before, they learned to, and loved well.
I was the first born of my family. My mother was 15 at the time. Before I had reached an age to be sent into the life of a page and begin to follow in my father’s footsteps I had two sisters and one brother, in that order. On my brother’s birthing year I was sent to the castle to become a page, and to free up room in our household for more children. My father had been a knight for one year by this time, and, the following year, he became the knight.
By this time, our current king had taken the crown; and shortly after, the previous knight of the inner circle, my father’s knight, passed in battle. I had no idea, at this point, that my father would follow in his footsteps and I still have none that I may in his. Regardless, my father became the leader of the inner circle when I was eight. At the age of twenty and one years I became and accolade, and began my vigorous training for knighthood.
That was three years ago, today, and I cans till recall the shock of the brevity of that training. In that same year I was knighted so that I might fill the position my father had vacated. He died honorably, in a battle, side-by-side with his king, My Liege. I gave him no mourning time—I could not, and there was no reason for me to do so. There was no better death that could have claimed him, and, though I oft-times wish for his guidance, I cannot regret his passing. So I left the mourning to my mother and sisters, some of which were already married off to young squires of their own. My brothers, at this point, were already in the system, preparing to become knights themselves—some pages, some squires. They regarded me, as always, with awe, and some little jealousy at my promotion into our father’s place. At my age, it is uncanny that I am not married; my younger, and second-younger brothers are married, and my third-younger brother has one arranged before him. I am not, for my life and loyalty belong to the royal family. I intend to die young serving them, and would be a waste of a husband.
I became the head of the family, as well as the Inner Circle. It was a leap; a sudden change that jarred me, but I had no choice but to adjust to it. So I became the leader of the King’s knights, protector of the royal family, and the sole male keeper of my own family. My father had left me with two families, and I intended, and still do, three years later, to serve both families with my life, to sacrifice my blood and sweat to them, and give my life as my father did, if that is what is required of me.
--- | I cannot stop these thoughts |:
If I were bold, I may call myself loyal. Perhaps others do assign that title to me, but I will not claim it as my own. In such case, they may label me as humble, and self-sacrificing, but I can hardly call those mine, either. I endeavor to become these things. I try, always, to form myself in my father’s image; he was a good soul, a great warrior, and the most humble, selfless, loyal subject a king could ever ask for. I do not believe myself to be these things. I constantly see my flaws, as I see myself in another’s eyes. I cannot say I am selfless, for oft-times I think of myself before others, and receive an immediate chastisement from my subconscious for it. I am a sinner, a dark ghost, a shadow following behind the shining star that is my father’s memory. I can never be greater than he is, I am destined to walk the line he walked, to look down at the sand and find that the footprints left by him are too large for me to fill, no matter how hard I might try to grow to a greater height, to rise to the height he stood at, to shine as he shone, to stride and match his step. But I cannot do these things, it seems. I cannot stretch my legs far enough, I cannot flex my muscles hard enough; I cannot live to my father’s image.
But I would try. I try daily. Persevere I must, for that may be the only thing I have, if I cannot be the great man that my father was. I can bring to this world, to my family, and the royal family, what I will, and I will bring what I can. I serve with my life and my soul, and I will until the day of my death, when I leave the care of my family to the next brother.
--- | Sinful pleasures |:
○ Hunting as a sport
○ Archery and swordplay
○ Honor
○ Horseback riding
○ Hard work
--- | A fie upon thee! |:
○ Dishonor and disloyalty
○ Cowards and thieves
○ Degradation
○ Anyone who speaks unkindly of my father
○ Being compared to my father by anyone but myself
--- | Perhaps we have our differences | :
I am often said to have great qualities that I do not recognize in myself. Others say I am much like my father, but I cannot see if. I believe that others see a different me than I do; perhaps, if they knew my thoughts and feelings, they may not think the same of me. I am sure that, were those who respect me so to know my mind, they would see me as I do.
My father, surely, sees me as I do from his lofty perch. I am certain he is disappointed in me, and I can often feel him staring down at me with regret in his soul. I will not be able to rest until I put his soul to rest, by displaying honor and loyalty that he did.
I have become protective, over time, of the royal family. Though I have only held my position for three years, I know the responsibility is mine to protect them. Oft-times I am unnecessarily suspicious of strangers or visitors, and perhaps I come off as paranoid. At such times as I feel my charges are threatened I have a nervous habit of holding to the hilt of my sword and inspecting closely anyone who passes near. In my defense, my cautious-attitude has saved heads in the past, as sometimes my intuition serves me well and warns me of danger. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } Behold my GLORY
--- | The window to my soul | Black as night
--- | What is this "comb" you speak of? |: Brown as the earth
--- | My stature is impressive |: Six feet and three inches
--- | Pounds? We measure in stones! |: 180 lbs of lean muscle
--- | My portraits, you say? | : 1, 2 only. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } And so we PART
--- | The colors of my life | So is your choice; so is my order.
--- | The shape of my soul |: The hunting Hawk
--- | A higher power | : Drake_Orion Ƒɨɴ
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 5:00 pm
You are in the presence of [A Clever Queen]! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } You hardly know ME
--- | It is only PROPER | Queen Catherine of Althalos
--- | Though perhaps if we are friends |: Most people only address me formally.
--- | Time passes us quickly |: I am a well preserved thirty-eight, though I feel so much older.
--- | Like birds and bees |: A lady is proper and thoughtful.
--- | The heart knows only | : I am happily married to my King. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } The PAST is not forgotten
--- | Once upon a time |:
Althalos is not my home. Where, then, do I hail from you might muse? Well, don’t fret. I shall tell you:
I come from a beautiful place; a small, but peaceable kingdom over seas where the flowers are so bright that even the sun doesn’t know which way to shine and the land is so fruitful that it abounds in trees and crops. Another Garden of Eden on earth, perhaps, set delicately in place by the hand of God himself. In any right, it seemed to me like that as a child. I have not been there in many years, so I am not aware of its state in this time. Sometimes I fear that if I do return, I will be crestfallen at what I see; that my innocent memories once so cherished will be ruined by the cruel reality of my knowledge as a woman. But now I am getting ahead of myself.
My birth occurred on one of those rare afternoons when the sun would shine from behind the think white of cloudy skies, and the warm rain would fall in infinitesimal droplets so light, they became mist upon the light wind. My father, the king of our land, had hoped for a son as his first child. Instead it was me who he received. Yet my father was taken with me. He loved me immediately, and I him. He was a wonderful man full of good nature and humor, but his spirit was free. For many months at a time during my childhood, he would rush off to foreign lands and battles, always eager to see something new. These were the dreary months in which I was left with my mother.
She was a weak woman in many ways. Weak of heart, weak of mind, weak of body. Although I did not retain these first two qualities from her, her feeble body was bequeathed upon me, quite unfortunately for myself. Due to this, I was always small. As a girl, as a young lady, and even now as a woman my body is still frail. She was never doting of me. She had wanted a son as well, and had never truly accepted me as a result of this. Unlike my father, she was a spoiled woman. When things did not go her way, she was known to have fits.
When I was just five my mother gave birth to another child: my brother and only sibling, Bryce. And although my father rejoiced for his heir, I remained his favorite. My mother, on the other hand, was already making plans to be rid of me.
Bryce was a mischievous boy and seemed to have a talent for everything. Music, hunting, socializing; people were charmed by him at every point in his life. But Bryce and I had become very close to each other. We were not allowed much social time when we were young, so we would often amuse ourselves by creating wild adventures and games to play with each other. Often times I would be a damsel in distress, and he would be the valiant knight come to my rescue. I humored my brother in his childhood pursuit of knighthood, for we knew one day he would be a brilliant knight. My mother smothered him with attention, smothered him with praise. Bryce was wonderful. Catherine was nothing more than a pretty face.
And my pretty face was my mother’s easy plan to cut me from her string of imaginary burdens. In reality, my mother did nothing but complain and loll about the castle, presumably too sickly to do anything of any real importance. She considered me to be a nuisance, although she never said it.
My mother first proposed the idea of marrying me off when I was only twelve years old. She was talking to her handmaidens about it, as my mother loved to gossip and talk to anyone who would listen. Bryce was seven, and terribly fond of me at that time. When he heard wind of this, he was very upset and told my father in an attempt to prevent me from leaving.
My father was distressed at first, under the delusion that my mother was making plans without consulting him. But being the manipulative person that my mother was, she quickly convinced him otherwise, and even persuaded him to help her in her quest to find a husband for me, preferably as far away as possible.
For the next three years of my life, suitor after suitor came from near and far in an attempt to win me over. But while these princes and dukes attempted to make me their love, I had a secret wish of my own and a secret life that I was hiding very carefully.
I had met a boy, you see, with mysterious onyx eyes, thick brown hair, and well built, tanned muscles from hours of working in the sun. Truth be told, he wasn't really a boy. He was twenty years old at the time, and I was merely fourteen. He was not a noble or a prince. He was an honest, hard working blacksmith who I met by chance one fateful night.
My father enjoyed company very much. He loved a good party, and enjoyed merrymaking and drinking with his friends. And my father had many friends from all different social classes. Although this was odd practice for the king, these were men he trusted and had known his whole life. And the boy I fell in love with was the son of one of these men.
His name was Cole. Night after night he would scale the castle wall, and I would be waiting for him on the other side. Of course it was a very unladylike thing to do, and if anyone were ever to find out of our innocent romance, the consequences would be more than severe. Either way, it could never have been. Soon my family would find a suitor they liked, and I would be shipped away, never to see Cole again. Although I grieved for my lost love then, I was young and foolish. I did not know yet what was important in this life.
But, returning to my tale:
There were many unpleasant men that my mother would have liked to send me off with, but I was lucky to have my father watching over me. No suitor was good enough for him, either. But he knew of a man who was. On one of my fathers many journeys, he had come across a kingdom named Althalos. He had quickly become friends with the king, who had a son, Charles, who my father proclaimed to be a wonderful young man with all the right qualities for his only daughter. My mother did not care who this boy was; all she knew was that a suitor had finally been found.
My father brought me to Althalos when I was sixteen. They received me well, but it was clear that due to my delicate demeanor, they did not see me fit to be a queen. So this idea was not mentioned to Charles. Yet my father was persistent. He tried diligently to arrange some kind of meeting between Charles and myself; he was sure that this was meant to be. Eventually Charles and I met at a banquet. Eventually you might say that we fell in love. And eventually, we were married. After our wedding, my father returned home. I was left in this foreign land, and my mother had gotten her wish.
For the first few years of my married life, I wrote many letters to Bryce. But he never wrote back. My heart still aches with unanswered questions as to why he would sever contact with me, his once beloved sister. I had my first and only child to this day when I was twenty-two: my beautiful Elizabeth, who has precious gems for eyes and dark, wispy hair like a bed of roses.
My life here has been wonderful, but my failing health haunts me. It is death that I am not nearly ready for, although I feel now that it lurks just beyond my horizon…
--- | I cannot stop these thoughts |:
My one true desire is to return home. I could never mention this thought to anyone, for it would only cause the people in my life pain. Yet I cannot help but to wish that there were some way for me to return and see what has become of my brother, my father. I have been shut out from the life I knew. I have been in the dark all these years.
--- | Sinful pleasures |:
○ Sunshine
○ Childhood memories
○ The arts
○ Rainfall
○ Walks in the garden
○ Moonlight nights
--- | A fie upon thee! |:
○ War
○ My mother
○ My frail figure
○ Death
--- | Perhaps we have our differences | :
I find myself to be rather patient. I am not easily vexed or bothered, and usually let things pass without upsetting myself. I also find that I have a rather deep wisdom and knowledge of worldly affairs. But I tend to be very worrisome in nature, although most do not know because of the calm manner in which I strive to carry myself.
Religion is something sacred, but it becomes ruinous when too much pressure is laid upon it. I do not believe that our Lord condemns anyone to an awful eternity of damnation. It is not in me to believe such things could come from our merciful, loving Father.
Warfare and battles tend to make me very anxious. Often these days it is hard to tell Charles that I would prefer he did not go out to fight so much, since I know how he enjoys it. I worry that if something were ever to happen to him, and with myself in such fading health, sweet Elizabeth would be left without anyone to care for her and watch over her.
I worry so much at times I even think of writing to Bryce again, for I fear that in these times that my old home will be the only place left that is safe for Elizabeth.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } Behold my GLORY
--- | The window to my soul | Smoldering amber and russet.
--- | What is this "comb" you speak of? |: Bountiful dark blonde.
--- | My stature is impressive |: Five foot four.
--- | Pounds? We measure in stones! |: One hundred and twenty.
--- | My portraits, you say? | : Life is not just [diamonds] and [lace]. ________________(Image credits to zemotion and mehmet turgut on deviantart.)_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } And so we PART
--- | The colors of my life | Will shine a quiet light.
--- | The shape of my soul |: The Most Elegant, Yet Protective Swan.
--- | A higher power | : The Sadistic Cupcake Ƒɨɴ
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 4:54 pm
You are in the presence of [A Princess]! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } You hardly know ME
--- | It is only PROPER | Princess Elizabeth of Althalos
--- | Though perhaps if we are friends |: Father likes to call me Lizzy from time to time...
--- | Time passes us quickly |: 17
--- | Like birds and bees |: Last time I checked, it takes a female to make a princess…
--- | The heart knows only | : Courageous and valiant men capture my interest. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } The PAST is not forgotten
--- | Once upon a time | Well let’s see. Where ever should I begin? Well, I guess starting from the very beginning would be fine. I’m not that old anyway.
My mother and father are the King and Queen of this land, making myself part of the royal family obviously. I was born in the fall. The air was crisp and cool and the leaves were already beginning to take their leave of their homes in the trees. My mother says that babies born in the fall are special, but honestly I think that was just something she told me to feed my imagination when I was younger. Many say it was a wonder she was able to bear a healthy child at all what with her frail state. Moving right along however, you see my father was never one for politics. It was he who even allowed me to play with the boys when I was younger. I guess you can say I completely bypassed the ‘boys are yucky’ phase in life. After all, they were my fellow play mates. Far be it for me to consider them yucky.
We used to wrestle, have mock army battles, play tag. You name it. Chances are, I did it. I learned how to do everything with them. But my favorite thing to do was fencing. Now, father didn’t know about that. In fact he still doesn’t know. If he did, he’d never let me continue. It’s not lady like, well at least not to him.
There was however, a boy who I shall never forget. He was my best friend growing up. The two of us were inseparable. We used to do everything together. He’s the one that got me into fencing. I remember quite fondly one time we were outside. He was demonstrating a move to me but I don’t think even he knew how to do it right. Well, I ended up grabbing the rapier from him and a fight ensued. We were rolling on the ground for a good while before someone came over and broke us up, though I can’t recall who it was. When I came in and showed mother my bloody hand, she was so furious she threatened to give me the beating of a life time. But at the time it didn’t matter to me. I was to busy caught up in the fun we were having.
Well, things took a turn when I got older…
You see, things began to get more and more obvious as I got older. I mean, a girl doesn’t stay a girl forever, right? Well, father began to notice and following my eleventh birthday, I wasn’t able to go out with the boys as often as I would have liked until finally it stopped altogether. My friend has become a Knight now but nothing’s the same. He even treats me differently now. I had always hoped that he would be the one friend I kept from my childhood but I guess that wasn’t meant to be.
My formal education on etiquette and the ways of a princess and of a queen soon began. I must say, they are some of the most boring things I’ve ever heard. But mother says that in time I’ll come to realize just how valuable this education with be. After all, I’ll be Queen one day to someone. I should know how to act lest I want to embarrass myself in front of the common people. But far be it for me to just accept my fate as the obedient princess. Oh heavens no, there’s still more to this tale.
For a while now I’ve been secretly being taught to read by the wise sage. He’s so knowledgeable and very kind to everyone. At least he doesn’t discriminate people. I think I’m progressing okay in my studies but its hard finding time to get to all my duties done, sneak away and get to the wise sage. But so far I’ve been pretty successful. No one’s caught me thus far and if they have, they haven’t said anything about it to me or to my father. If he knew, he’d be so furious with me, he might even get rid of the sage if he was angry enough to do so. I hope it doesn’t come to that. But I can’t just stop now! I promised myself I would learn to read and I’ll not stop until I do so.
Every now and again, if I do have a spare moment, I manage to slip out and head into the forest on one of the horses from the stables. There’s a clearing not to far from the palace that I practice my fencing in and occasionally do some hunting. Of course, I’ve no where to store anything I kill so I mostly just leave it somewhere that some animal will come and grab it for a meal. Other than this, there’s nothing to me. My eighteenth birthday ball is in the midst of being planned, but I can’t say I’m excited. You see, I’d much rather be doing something else than having to dress up for a bunch of people that I’ve probably never met. That and I’m certain that my mother will have some suitors lined up for me.
The joys of being a princess right…?
--- | I cannot stop these thoughts |: I think of myself as defiant. Scratch that, I know I’m defiant. Let’s face it, sometimes the life of a princess really just doesn’t suit me. But I’d never tell my parents that. They’ve enough to worry about lately. Dad’s heavily religious, one of the things were have in common. Though, I think he may take it to another level than I. Can you believe he actually likes going to confession? I think he just wants to set an example for his people but that’s just me. Deep down though, I know the Lord is watching me deceive my parents. But I can’t help it. Besides, I’m doing it to become a better person, well at least with the reading that it. The fencing is just sport. But who knows, I may have to use it to defend myself one day.
Other than that, I’m easy to please. I like hearing stories and am quite fond of the ones the wise sage tells at the beginning and end of our sessions together. He’s very charismatic and it’s no wonder that father trusts him so much. I enjoy the comforts of life but would much rather travel out of this country to see other places. But I know that may not happen anytime soon. A girl can dream though right?
I like spending time with my mother. Even in her weak state, she’s still a pleasure to be around. And father too. But I feel doubt settling in my stomach when ever they’re around. I don’t like lying to them, but it’s necessary…at least for the time being that is. I’d never want to hurt them intentionally.
Of course it would be nice if I had an older brother. Then he would be the center of attention and people would leave me alone. He would be the one to take over the kingdom and dad would most likely be spending all of his time getting him ready to do so. That and maybe we could do some of those things I like together. I doubt he would have a problem with that unless he went to the extremes to please mom and dad. Oh well, again that’s only wishful thinking I suppose.
--- | Sinful pleasures |:
○ Fruits
○ Horses
○ Fencing
○ Hunting in the neighboring woods
○ My parents
○ Learning to read
○ Interesting stories
--- | A fie upon thee! |:
○ Gowns
○ Balls
○ Anything that has to do with my title
○ At times, being a princess
○ Greedy people
○ Thieves
○ Not having an older sibling
--- | Perhaps we have our differences | : Qualities you say? Well, contrary to popular belief I’m secretive. After all, I do like a measure of privacy and even keep things from my parents as evidenced by my secret lessons with the sage and practicing my swordsman ship. And besides, I’m seventeen for almighty’s sake. You can’t expect me to go run and tell mommy and daddy about every little miniscule thing. I do believe I’m past that part of my life now.
I can be quite straightforward when I want to be and frankly I don’t see it as a problem. Except mother always says that even if I don’t agree with something, a Princess should just keep her mouth shut and not comment no matter what the circumstances unless called upon to do so. A load of nonsense if you ask me. For someone of the royal family, I’m quite the rebellious one. What’s sad is that my parents see me as the perfect daughter..well, at least so far. If word about what I was doing got out, I wouldn’t be surprised if they banished me from the kingdom on the spot. Although I’ve been practicing, I won’t know how good I really am until I can go up against someone else. Of course, they may never happen as I know father and mother would never allow it.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } Behold my GLORY
--- | The window to my soul | Light brown
--- | What is this "comb" you speak of? |: Dirty Blonde
--- | My stature is impressive |: Five feet, four inches
--- | Pounds? We measure in stones! |: How rude! But if you must know 115 pounds.
--- | My portraits, you say? | : [x]
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } And so we PART
--- | The colors of my life | A princess is taught to never speak her mind
--- | The shape of my soul |: The stubborn filly
--- | A higher power | : AzureShino Ƒɨɴ
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 6:49 pm
You are in the presence of A Wise Sage! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } You hardly know ME
--- | It is only PROPER | Anselm Gerard Saer
--- | Though perhaps if we are friends |: Anselm
--- | Time passes us quickly |: Let's just say seventy hmm?
--- | Like birds and bees |: I am a Man of the ages.
--- | The heart knows only | : In my younger days I did enjoy chasing the women folk. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } The PAST is not forgotten
--- | Once upon a time | As a child I grew up in what is now Fief Drake. I was fortunate enough to receive an education and of course, excelled in all my subjects. My parents were kind people and sought only to the goodness of the Kingdom. My mother a kitchen maid in the lord's castle, and my father a retired knight who enjoyed hearing of all the new discoveries and philosophies that were starting to come into our world. Both were devout Christians and raised me with such values.
Around the age of eight I was granted a position in the kitchens as a serving boy. I enjoyed this labor very much so. I was astounded by the immenseness of the castle's glory. The lord of the time was a hardy, fat man; however, most of his money went to food and therefore I was paid little. Uncaring at that aspect I came to know every nook and cranny and secret passage that place had to offer. Servants had to come and go quietly so there were many ways around. I dare say that was the time of my first map-making experiment. I do love maps.
My employment there lasted almost until I reached my tenth year. The reason I left was because, well... because I lost everything. My mother and father died in a fire that consumed our house. I suffered a terrible burn on my left shoulder because as I jumped from my window I threw it forward to protect my face. The scar is still there. I hadn't the faintest idea what to do, I couldn't retrieve my parents, I couldn't stop the blaze, and so I ran. God had betrayed me. I stayed at the castle that night and hid the next day. I heard the gossip. Evidently my parents were found dead and I remained unaccounted for. My mental state deteriorated from there. I ran again. I found myself in the forest and took respite in a clearing. While I slept something seemed to change me. I could feel the beat of the forest. I could feel its life and its soul and it soothed me. From there I spent quite a few months in that forest. As I stated before I was a smart child and could fend for myself. That forest became more than home to me, but eventually all must move on.
And so throughout the next fifteen years or so, forgive me I've forgotten he exact number, I traveled as thoroughly as I possibly could. I explored each Fief of the Kingdom, taking jobs where I could. My favorite position by far was cartographer for one for one of the dukes in Fendrel. He wanted his land explored and such like that, but what was important was that it got me to where I am today. By his high recommendations I was referred to the the King's general. I went out and studied areas of the south plains, and even took shelter with some of the plains people. They were much kinder in those days. While my precious maps were never used for military purposes for my duration in that position they seem to be coming into more and more use as of late. In any case the general wasted no time in bragging to the king of my knowledge and skill. You see, such traveling acquaints you with multiple events, people, situations and the like. That is the time I learned the most. It should be noted that I never lost that connection I found with the forest on that night so long ago. If anything it has only grown with age and come to encompass not only the forest, but the entirety of Earth's creations themselves.
From that braggart I claimed the position I hold to this day, adviser to the king. In the earlier days upon my rise to such heights I still traveled and still learned. No amount of knowledge is ever enough and no one can know everything. I am still learning and intend to do so until I take my last breath; even if my body limits my journeys. It was during one of those travels that I encountered a woman, much like myself. I could feel her soul connected somehow to the earth. I admit I tried pursuing her, but she would not have a man as old as I (even though she be younger by a mere ten to twenty years). I left her and never looked back, but always wondered who and what she was.
--- | I cannot stop these thoughts |: I find myself an easy going old man the majority of the time. While not at all quick to anger, its still in your best interest to stay on my better side. I grant my knowledge with freedom. Yet, I do not desire to explain things that one should already know, but by this I do not mean that a child should know as much as a grown man. I do make my distinctions you see...
Perchance you see me furrow my brow and stare off into the distance it only means that I am deep in though. Be not wary nor worrisome, but merely wait until I once again return to the situation at hand. I've been told it takes some battering at my ramparts to bring me from some of my reveries.
--- | Sinful pleasures |:
○ Maps, books, scrolls, charts, any written document basically
○ Precious gems
○ Forests/nature in general
○ Traveling and stories of travel
--- | A fie upon thee! |:
○ Obstinate people
○ Killing without purpose
--- | Perhaps we have our differences | : This is to be kept a secret, and one that you will take to your grave, but I am more pagan than Christian. More to the point, animism. I believe in the power nature and her wonders has to offer. I believe everything born of the earth has a soul, and better yet that it can be communicated with. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } Behold my GLORY
--- | The window to my soul | Bright green-blue
--- | What is this "comb" you speak of? |: White with intermittent gray
--- | My stature is impressive |: 5' 10" (I fear I may be shrinking)
--- | Pounds? We measure in stones! |: 187 lbs.
--- | My portraits, you say? | : You lucky I sat still for the first portrait! I seem to be impatient with painters. You might see that in my expression. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } And so we PART
--- | The colors of my life | I speak in tongues you may not understand and my thoughts are whirling cesspool.
--- | The shape of my soul |: An elephant never forgets.
--- | A higher power | : Master EragonƑɨɴ
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 3:09 pm
You are in the presence of A Powerful Witch! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } You hardly know ME
--- | It is only PROPER | Lady Ysmay of Ashdown
--- | Though perhaps if we are friends |: You may address me as Ysmay if you so wish.
--- | Time passes us quickly |: 45… 46… 47… oh the years do pass quickly, how am I to know which one this is?
--- | Like birds and bees |: If you must ask you must be a pig; it is clear I am a lady
--- | The heart knows only | : I seduce mostly those of the male type. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } The PAST is not forgotten
--- | Once upon a time | My mother was not the first in my bloodline to practice witchcraft; behind me is a long line of those intrigued with witchcraft. My mother herself was a rose of a witch, certainly one of the loveliest ladies in her time. It never could have been told whether she really was lovely, or she merely appeared that way thanks to charms and words. Regardless of whether or not she was beautiful underneath, however, the handsome knights and lords were fawning over her before and after she was of a marrying age. I should mention that we are not of the working class where we come from—my family crossed that line many years ago when one of the women seduced a Lord and became a Lady. Since then we have all been.
Back to my mother’s story: she never married, though she had many chances to. She might have become royalty, even, perhaps. Her charms were inescapable; she might have charmed the most loyal knight from his love, or the sternest king from his crown. She might have married whomever she wished, but she did not wish. The news, then, that I am the daughter of an unmarried woman may, indeed, come as a shock to those of you with weaker dispositions. It is true, however; I was, and still am, my mother’s only daughter. It is said she conceived me only to pass on the family heritage; so that a witch might still live in the great eastern plains and pervade over the land there—whether for good, or for evil. Perhaps that was her purpose for giving me life in this world, but I must admit that I never asked her—along with many other things.
For instance, I never knew of my father. He might have been a king, or he might have been a peasant. He might have been a god for all the people say of my mother’s powers. I say “a god” because my religious tendencies are more “pagan” than more of my time would like to admit. I believe not in the one god and lord; I believe in many gods, many spirits, many powers. But that is a story for another time.
My mother raised me to follow in her footsteps. To be a witch, as she was, to charm and chant as she did. I learned her spells when I was still but a child; I was compelled to memorize all of them she knew, and to constantly recall the symbols and chants that went hand in hand with them. When I was five years of age she sewed me a pouch with the divine pentagram of protection embroidered onto it, and placed within it colored candles, tinder and flint, dried herbs, semi-precious jewels, and a phial filled with the blood of a dove. I kept the bag, of course, and always carry my most essential spell-casting components in it now. Since that time, I have acquired, from my mother, a small knife, a pentagram etched into a pendant, and a book of witchcraft lore.
When I was thirteen years of age my mother passed away; whether from natural or unnatural causes I will not say, but I might hint at the helping of her passage by… well, me. Regardless of how my mother died, I left my home to wander, and so I wandered across the world for a great many of my days and years. I met many, learned many things, and acquired a set of rune-bones for predicting future events. I cannot say just how many years I traveled the world; thirty or more. I saw much, and the more I saw, the more I began to realize just what terrible hands the world was in.
I returned to my home in the plains to find it rather different from how I left it. If my mind had not already been made up, this certainly would have made it. I decided, then, that I would take the world into my own, widely capable, hands; that the humans would never be complete unless they were under the thumb of one such as myself, and that I would never be complete until I had complete power over them.
I began with the people of the plains; worrying, warmongering, spreading words and rumors among the people. My tongue was sweet and easy to listen to; the people of the plains turned away from their lords and king, and toward me. They were easy prey; easily swayed into a following of my own. They were my first victims; the next on my list was the Kingdom of Althalos, which lay just over the mountains to the west.
Thus, I traveled west. The time, I sense, is not right yet to proceed. I must await a calling; a weakness, something begging to be exploited, and then, Althalos will fall.
--- | I cannot stop these thoughts |:
I will conquer Althalos, and many other kingdoms after it. The reason for this is that I do not lay siege on a kingdom with armies and battering rams. I have no artillery or soldiers; I need none. My own words and charisma will achieve for me what no one else has ever managed before in all of known history; to become the complete, single ruler of mankind. If I fail, there will be those after me to carry on my legacy—and if nothing else, I will leave a scar on the land where all who look upon it will remember my face and my deeds, good or bad as they may be.
I plan to destroy Althalos from the inside out. I will set its people upon each other, and upon their king. I will destroy relationships, and re-define them, in the end. I will watch with glory and amusement as the people of this kingdom turn against their friends and family; abandon their loyalties and seek mine, just as I watched the people of the plains do so before them. I will watch, and I will cackle for my power until there is nothing more to be destroyed.
--- | Sinful pleasures |:
○ Power
○ Death and Decay
○ Bragging rights, showing off
○ Beauty
○ Corruption and corrupting—especially the innocent and loyal
--- | A fie upon thee! |:
○ The sun
○ Butterflies
○ Anything I’m not in charge of
○ Vibrant colors
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Perhaps we have our differences | : I am the best witch. I always have, and always will, be so. The reason for this is a combination of several things, the first being that I have the will to change the things that need to be changed, the second being that my experience in witchcraft far surpasses that of anyone I have ever known, and the third being that I am, undoubtedly, worth of such a title.
I consider vanity a necessity. My appearance, my charisma, decides the first impression I receive. If I am old and decrepit, I will be received with hostility, or disgust. This is not something I can afford; I play on the emotions of those around me, and if they deem me repulsive, I can hardly utilize them. However, I mentioned vanity, of which I am a personal admirer—which makes me an admirer of my own. If I do not admire myself, I cannot see how anyone else could. My vanity is not a flaw, but an asset. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } Behold my GLORY
--- | The window to my soul | Foggy grey, foggy green—whatever I’m feeling like
--- | What is this "comb" you speak of? |: Taunt me not for my grey hairs, fiend!
--- | My stature is impressive |: Five inches and seven feet… no, reverse that; I have not been seven feet tall for quite some time.
--- | Pounds? We measure in stones! |: The weight of a 120lb duck.
--- | My portraits, you say? | : Fie on pictures as well! They steal your soul, don’t you know? _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } And so we PART
--- | The colors of my life | Double, double toil and trouble; fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
--- | The shape of my soul |: The black feline who prowls the night and curses bad luck on all those who cross her path.
--- | A higher power | : Spotaneous Spaz Ƒɨɴ
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 5:33 pm
You are in the presence of an Insidious Lord! _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } You hardly know ME
--- | It is only PROPER | to address me as Lord Beckett of Drake
--- | Though perhaps if we are friends |: you may call me Beckett, but I would prefer if you didn't.
--- | Time passes us quickly |: and I have seen four and thirty winters slip by
--- | Like birds and bees |: I rise above the peasants as a MAN
--- | The heart knows only | : that I live for pretty women _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } The PAST is not forgotten
--- | Once upon a time | wickedness entered the life of a young boy named Beckett. It came in the form of a band of rebel warriors, hell-bent on destruction. These wicked men swarmed into small village in which this boy lived and reduced it to rubble and ash. They stole and destroyed each thing in their path. They raped the women and murdered the men, either taking the children as slaves or killing them as they had the fathers. This boy, Beckett, was the only one to escape the massacre, having spent the day in his secret stronghold, as most little boys have acquired such a place by the time they are ten. Upon returning to his home, he found nothing left except the remnants of his old life. It was at this discovery that the boy fell to the ground and let sadness overtake him. That boy and myself share more than just a name. We are one and the same, he and I.
We have had terror seize our very souls and hold it tight without the hope of release, seen the mortal damage that one human can do to another. It is a terrible sort of beauty, the power of destruction that each of us have deep inside us. The chaos that we, as living creatures of this earth, can create with our own hands if given the proper means and opportunity to do so. I have seen it and I will use its power against those who displayed it before my unwilling eyes. For the disease of fear and hatred did not leave me when I abandoned the village of so many dead souls. It stayed nestled in my childish heart, waiting for the chance to slither out.
It got the chance hardly more than a few years later, when I was sent to train as a knight for the kingdom. The family that found me, hysterical with grief and pain, was too large to keep up with the task of feeding another mouth, especially one attached to a growing boy. With no one in the town willing to take on another apprentice, I was shipped off to the capital city, drafted into the military forces by those I had almost begun to trust. Again, my faith and trust in the compassion of human beings was squashed beneath the heavy stones of existence.
Unable to stop the winds of change, I tried my hardest to excel in my studies as a knight; tried and failed. I was too weak, too timid to be of any use with a sword or any other sort of steely weapon. I was easily beaten down by every other boy in my class, and was forced to endure their teasing and childish jokes that bruised both my body and pride. One boy, in particular, seemed to think my ineptitude at fighting was of great hilarity. Prince, now King, Charles. For years, my hatred for these unwanted comrades bubbled beneath the surface. But where I had faltered with combat, I shone in the components of the mind, blossoming under rules and principles of logic and reason. I surpassed my less intelligent peers in the categories of math and science, and it soon became clear to me that I was not one for the brutality of the battlefield, but of the wisdom and power that played on a battlefield of the scholarly type.
I thought that I might be happy, surrounded by the comforting pages of the written word, whose voices were never degrading or thoughtless. But I was not. I was full of an angry bitterness that reached to every corner of my body, burning my thoughts and corrupting any chance at pleasure. It was as if I was to be forever reduced to a joyless life, when the winds of chance began to blow once more; this time, placing before me another option that would aid me in my quest to punish those who had wronged me. I was awarded the title of Lord Beckett of Drake and given a fief to preside over. With that, I was also given a clear and unobstructed path to one of my greatest enemies, King Charles.
As lord of the King’s disgusting, vermin-ridden land, I was welcomed to the castle and finally treated with the respect I so rightly deserved. It mattered not how long it took or that price the cost, but I was offered the opportunity to destroy the pedestal that the foolish King so easily stands upon, and the delight in watching his fall from grace. I can be patient. I can wait till the time is right to initiate my dark order. I have the King’s trust and he believes he has my purest loyalty. But I have loyalty only to myself, the only one in this putrid kingdom that I can trust.
I will have revenge. I will have destruction. And no one can stop me.
--- | I cannot stop these thoughts |: They are nothing but the truest pieces of my soul, my very demeanor swirled into words. I hardly think it is possible to render the exact likeness of one's character in the written expression, for everyone has secrets and pieces of them that no one sees or even knows exist deep within them, waiting for the chance to announce themselves. The human mind is a puzzle, one that takes our whole lives to figure out, and sometimes, not even then. But I shall try to give an accurate description.
First and foremost, I am self-confident. I know that I am intelligent and women wouldn't flock to me if I wasn't attractive. I don't truly care what you think of me either. I know where I am going in my life, and if you care some grudge toward me for it, then that is your business and not worth my time worrying over. Many may see this as arrogance and call me conceited, but you must first love yourself before you are able to let anyone in. And why not love me? I have wisdom, beauty and power. What more could you desire?
I do, however, accept that no human being is individually perfect, not even myself. But that doesn't mean that things can't be improved upon. I am also a perfectionist and I have been known to work on projects of mine almost obsessively until their completion. Thoroughness never hurt anyone. Because of this, I have a few areas of expertise I excel in and if you require assistance, you will have an answer right away. Whether I agree to help you or not is a different matter all together.
I do not tolerate many mistakes, from myself or others around me, regardless of station or wealth. If you bumble your way through life, relying on luck to see you through, you have already lost my respect and interest. Only those who work quickly and efficiently can be thought remotely close to my level. My trust takes years to build and mere moments to destroy, so be careful of who you offend when I am concerned. I do not make a pleasant enemy.
But if for some incredible feat that you have made it into my circle of precious friends, congratulations. I will honor and respect you as long as you have the same respect for me. If you can stay in that treasured circle long, I applaud you. We, humans, throw around words like wasted water, not realizing the consequences of our actions. I have been blessed with the mind of an elephant and I will not forget your faults until you have proven yourself worthy to be redeemed in my eyes.
I have little patience for the niceties and kind words of manners. They only take up time that could be used for getting to the heart of the matter. I am strong and to the point, for there is no sense 'beating around the bush'. Small talk is useless and flirtation is a bore. It would be so much easier if people just said what they meant and disposed of all these ridiculous double meanings and words that twist in upon themselves. I don't mind if I am using such tactics, but do not use them against me. I have long since learned that emotion is so simple to fake and any face can wear a guise.
I don't expect you to be fond of me, as I am not fond of many others besides myself. I am who I am, and you cannot change me. Stay out of my way and you may be rewarded in the future, for I am going far in this world. I need only time. I hope you have enjoyed your only glimpse inside my mind, don't anticipate another.
--- | Sinful pleasures |:
○ books
○ women
○ control
○ self-image
○ the beauty of sword-play
○ winning chess games
--- | A fie upon thee! |:
○ unattractiveness
○ the king
○ insubordination against me
○ too much noise
○ thunderstorms
○ imperfection
--- | Perhaps we have our differences | : but there are some of us who are better. And some who are better left to rot in their ignorance. I am, of course, part of the first category. I believe that I am destined for great things in this world. I see things in the way of a chessboard, there are kings, queens, knights and pawns. Everyone is a pawn at least once in their life. I have done my time in that stature and I will not be exiled to that pitiful position again. King seems more fitting of my mind and strength.
I have a habit of chasing perfection. There is something in trying to create the beauty of symmetry. I cannot admit to having the hand of an artist in addition to that of a scholar, but I do enjoy the thought of painting something.
I am cynical by nature and a battle of words will lift my sprits any day.
I won't pretend that I am opposed to the idea of a woman's company and more than once I have let myself be taken by the sin of lust. Pretty, little things, women. When the toils of life become to great, they alone know how to comfort an aching heart. If the heart was the only bit in need of comfort. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } Behold my GLORY
--- | The window to my soul | is a clear pool of blue
--- | What is this "comb" you speak of? |: No "comb" can tame my dark brown locks
--- | My stature is impressive |: I tower above the rest at a superior modest 6 feet tall.
--- | Pounds? We measure in stones! |: But if you insist, I am one hundred and fifty-two...pounds
--- | My portraits, you say? | : I have many, would you care to look and see...? _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ { ✖ } And so we PART
--- | The colors of my life | shine in my voice, mind and action
--- | The shape of my soul |: is like the ever winding serpent
--- | A higher power | : I bow only to --anti g r a m_ Ƒɨɴ
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